It's December 26, Boxing Day in the United Kingdom. I've never really known what Boxing Day is so I looked it up on Wikipedia. Dating back to the Middle Ages, Boxing Day is the day one gives a "Christmas box" (presumably with gifts in it) to employees, the poor or people of a lower social class. After his Christmas feast, the feudal lord would leave his castle, go down to the town and magnanimously hand out the leftovers. (I made that part up.)
This is the anniversary of my wedding. It was snowing that day just as it is today. Thick, quiet, beautiful white snow that tumbled straight down all day. Movie snow, the "snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes," Julie Andrews lists as one of her favorite things in The Sound of Music.
According to a decree I received in the mail from the Archdiocese of Minneapolis and St. Paul, this is the anniversary of the marriage that never was. No matter what the bishop decreed, I know it was a marriage. No matter how much I would like to decree that I never uttered hurtful words or acted with injustice, stupidity, anger or spite, I know I did. It was often a struggle to love myself and my husband and ultimately I didn't, or couldn't, or just didn't want to struggle anymore.
The marriage was; there was a lot of there, there. Love, kindness, understanding, joy, fun, and God were all present almost every day.
On this day in 1982 I was filled with hope, love and fear. I wanted to create a marriage and a life that was whole, loving and perfect. Of course it wasn't perfect, but it most definitely was.
This is the anniversary of my wedding. It was snowing that day just as it is today. Thick, quiet, beautiful white snow that tumbled straight down all day. Movie snow, the "snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes," Julie Andrews lists as one of her favorite things in The Sound of Music.
According to a decree I received in the mail from the Archdiocese of Minneapolis and St. Paul, this is the anniversary of the marriage that never was. No matter what the bishop decreed, I know it was a marriage. No matter how much I would like to decree that I never uttered hurtful words or acted with injustice, stupidity, anger or spite, I know I did. It was often a struggle to love myself and my husband and ultimately I didn't, or couldn't, or just didn't want to struggle anymore.
The marriage was; there was a lot of there, there. Love, kindness, understanding, joy, fun, and God were all present almost every day.
On this day in 1982 I was filled with hope, love and fear. I wanted to create a marriage and a life that was whole, loving and perfect. Of course it wasn't perfect, but it most definitely was.
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